Only the sick and weak
Can understand the sick and weak
Only the frail and the failing
Can feel what the frail and failing feel
The healthy and strong live in their own world.
I hope to get back there again-
At the moment these lines come
With a chill and a cough and a loss of appetite
And a strong desire to sleep and sleep and sleep
And be at last truly warm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very true the painless don't understand pain how to let health flow back in, the big question